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58 While Reading Page 15 of Her Biography I entered Frida Kahlo’s door by way of the ‘o’ in her name; she’d blurred it but I found the frame and ascended to the earth’s core. Always, always, she waits for me, dancing with eyelids, hips and hands; dance of moonlight on desert sands, smiling enigmatically. Her legs are long, a long black dress, sashaying of oasis palms; older than David’s oldest psalms, younger than yesterday’s distress. Exited Fri[e]da Kahlo’s door – diminishing unearthly moan; not surprised at being alone on the edge of a teeming shore. ...

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